Just sent Yong off to the airport, and suddenly, I realised that I was a really incompetent host. I mean, what did we do? We sat around a bit, I made my friends take him ice skating, we ate a lot, and then watched some movies. But I hope he had a good time anyway. Sometimes, it’s just nice to get away from home… something I should do a little more often before my bottom becomes permanently attached to this chair.

Actually, we probably overdosed a bit on Johnny Depp, what with Finding Neverland, Pirates of the Caribbean, and then Once Upon a Time in Mexico… It just might have been a bit much. But damn it, the dog in Finding Neverland was so cute!

I stayed up until 4:30 to prepare for my Biology Project Lab presentation, and I suppose it went well enough. Then, I skipped lab to finish my 20-page Project Lab paper… Can you tell that the class is eating up my life?

I’ve been so flustered trying to finish the research for that class that I’ve been completely neglecting other very important aspects of my life, such as my health and well-being, or my economics problem set. Luckily for me, there’s eyeliner; so even when I’ve reached the darkest depths of energetic collapse, I can still look perky. Ahh, the important things in life.

Now, all I have to do is not collapse on the poor Genetics student I’m tutoring, and then I can actually be a not so sucky host and actually hang out with Yong before he leave. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I think the world must be conspiring against me and my white room. Seriously, how else can you explain the fact that people just seem to come in, sit on my white couch, and immediately proceed to spill coffee, tea, or any other dark-color liquid in my room? It just makes me glad that I didn’t buy that white rug I wanted…

*sigh*

I never noticed it until earlier tonight, but as I was reading Jen Mo’s journal, I suddenly realised that I have some serious issues when it comes to romance and relationships. There is a definite pattern to my generally unhealthy behavior.

It always becomes way too serious way too soon. Suddenly, I’d feel that I’d given up far too much of my freedom for the sake of compromise, all in the hope that somehow, a far too serious relationship has a better chance of “working out,” whatever that means. And then comes the rebellion, the bitterness, and the denial.

Following the breakup, I’d go through the typical 1-2 week mourning period, and then, it’s onwards with my life. After a relationship, no matter now serious it was or how long it lasted, I will inevitably remember everything that went wrong far before I recall all the happy times we had. No matter how much I loved during, I can’t help feeling anything but annoyance afterwards. When I claimed to have cared so much for a person, after all is said and done, I’m left with nothing but this horrible aftertaste and the lingering question, “what did I ever see in him?”

So I spent the better part of last night and this morning making a skirt out of a pair of broken jeans. Who knew that I could be such a domestic? I would show you a picture, but I’ve been looking consistently crappy since the beginning of the month and the photo I took last night makes me look stoned. Again.

Oh, yes, as an update… I was able to recover the contents of my bag, minus the wallet, so no phone numbers are necessary. But if you want to give me your number again, it might be a good idea anyway.

I really thought I was going to accomplish so much when I headed to lab today. I had all these plans, and all these experiments to do. Then some punk came and stole my bag with my homework, wallet, and phone inside. What the hell is the matter with people? Who takes a little girl’s homework?

Anyway, I’ve gotten my phone number and account information transferred to a new SIM card, but I don’t have anyone’s number anymore. Love me and email me your phone number again?

Listening to:

Razorblade Romance – HIM
03 – Join Me

Let me just say that Finnish boys are crazy. Listen to this bunch. “Baby, join me in death?” If it weren’t for all the “atmospheric piano,” or whatever they call it… Damn those Scandinavians and their sense of melody.

So, I’ve been trying to rewrite my libertarianism paper for the past week, and it’s just not coming out. Similarly, there’s this Biology paper that I need to work on, and guess what? Nothing’s been done on that either. I think I really do need pizza in order to write. *sigh* What a sad state of existence. The good news is, Beauty’s, my favorite pizza parlor, sent me an email today. Something about bruschetta….

Listening to:

Golden Hum – Remy Zero
06 – Save Me

I was watching CNN Headline News yesterday, and get this, the top news of the hour was (1) the American assult on Falluja and (2) the U2 album’s internet “debut,” two weeks before its scheduled release date. Ok, so what is this? I mean, sure it’s important to a lot of people who want to know when they can go on limewire and download this album, but really, is it worthy of its spot on Headline News?

At moments like these, I always wonder, isn’t it possible that these record company execs are actually the ones leaking the material? I mean, it’s great free publicity, right? People talk about it. It’s two weeks before the album’s release date, just enough time for people to develop a taste of the music without getting sick of it. It creates just the right blend of buzz and curiosity… but, only if the music is any good, I guess.

Anyway, enough with my conspiracy theories. I swear, it’s Yasmin’s bad influence. It’s all because of her French education, I say.